Hurry up! before its gone. Grab the BESTSELLERS now.
Hurry up! before its gone. Grab the BESTSELLERS now.

Grey-some

Grey-some

1 min 147 1 min 147

'Tis I.


Name it -The Fall;

When your incessant gaze is still locked at my flight

And I wonder why a shooting star is often looked at!


May be it is thy merry in I,

- I, fading away!


The clouds shall rain no more

As I fall today with their laments devoured

But seldom the water; I am the downpour of a pale hue,

I shall not bring you the rain.


When I may touch a destiny found,

I'd shatter in solid grey...

And if you hold these pieces abandoned from each other,

Abandoned altogether;

I'd still make the star!

-Fallen, gloomy, and grey-some;

But now, you'd barely wish a gaze.


Rate this content
Log in

More english poem from Sameer Ved

Similar english poem from Abstract